kick in the pants

an hour well wasted

Coupon Bandit Shoelace Snowflake

four more posts and I'm done posting here, four more to reach a hundy.

Now I'm on to other things like music making and wearing fundies,

The underwear for couples at play and eating sundaes don't go together or do they?

Stood in front of a very tiny crowd, spoke my thoughts and disappeared into a cloud of smoke,

I did not choke, my throat was like a roaring lion, and the words that I wrote had meaning that poked,

At the very being of those in earshot, if something is opaque is it clear that it is not?

my hands are washed of all the things I did and said, no matter the cost.

My pizza and me are both heavily sauced.

Just getting to learn this fame thing, gotta get a grip.

Like a hot cup of tea you can't gulp, you gotta take a sip.

Like a long pee you waited to take when you're on a road trip.

Just a few of these things I can compare, just a few of these things I cannot share.

Holy moly, I like to soley digress back to the thing that originally made me depressed,

it's not there right now, and hasn't been for a little while,

In the cabinet of my mood I can't seem to find the file,

with the paper that had meaning and the vacuum made for cleaning,

particularly its particular, if you stood adjacent you'd be perpendicular.

you know what just face it, you're a shin sickle splinter left from the residue of a banana foot sprinter.

split the difference and send it into space with the garbage and the fodder and the rest of the place.

what do I care anymore, I could leave it all behind.

if there's me just by myself can I use a two can dine?

Hash Tag F Ewe

I'm on a never ending mission to better myself, better my health, and fatten my wealth.
I don't know what tomorrow brings as it's often cloaked with insidious stealth.

Not even could the minds of shaman near or far depict the aww when the incredulous narcissist befell his own reflection on the surface of a puddle he soon then fell in trying to kiss it in secret.

Made a step closer towards existentialism, meaningless really, no matter how hard you try you'll always end up feeling silly, or guilty or whatever, does it really make it better?

Do you know how to stitch or knit a sweater? Do you know how to remove old caulking? Can you refit a pipe? are you a go getter?

Cause I am, and I can, and I will and just when you feel like you're done I'll come back like that lukewarm bucket of clams. Chow dare you ask about the scent that I left, when I crept and I slipped on that thing with the stuff in the back of the place with the vague sense of proportion.

These are the words that my brains just apportioned all over the screen with a sick sense of sentence and an eager lack of accountability. Just accept them as neutral, no need for hostility.

The truth about me

Everyone's got a story to tell, my story is about me and how I'm so freaking swell.

Not true, I made that up, I'm ungrateful and a schlep.
I take people and situations forgranted, Easily often I'm misunderstanded.
Stood is the right text, I know I'm obnoxious.
I feel like something's owed to me, I'm everything but cautious.
I'm self serving, misgiving, relentless, and absurd.
Quite often I speak monotone and yell when I'm not heard.

I have goals, and interests that quite often I stray from,
The reason is that I'm somewhat scared if ever I complete them.
People see me as pretentious,condescending and cocky,
I see me as an asshole whose more than often sloppy.
My lack of friends would be a tell tale sign that I'm not social in any kind.
The situation is as stated, I can count on one hand the number of girls I've ever dated.

I'm a loser, a loner, a no body and has been stoner.
Not cool at all, I tell myself I've got balls, but do I really?
Unsure of my place in this life or the next,
Sometimes I'm quite certain I stuck in a gypsies hex.
I suck at most things I  do, I'd love to be better, hell wouldn't you?

The difference however is that I'm willing to admit it,
Shit if you were right in front of me I'd easily spit it.
I'm at the bottom, maybe one or two pegs up.
As far as I go, got nothing but room to fill in this cup.
I aspire to be better, I'll even settle for the best, and when that day comes I'll put my skills to the test.
But until then you must settle for plain ol regular me.
The asshole no one cares about, or ever goes to see.

Destiny don't fail me now

I best be getting more than a singular view, the words I be laying down,
The shiz that I do. If you can spew it out better, then good on you.
All I be saying is that I best be getting some freaking viewage.

Even a caveman a million years ago gets a thousand views a day with his cave paintings and so,
I feel there's some sort of intelligence be it fast or be it slow.
With the information super highway in existence now, There's probably people in remote areas of the world who can see all the things that I write and how it is I disagree.

Ain't no martyr yet because I'm still alive and living like that barter of somewhere whose gone away been driven. My lack of success is of no avail, it's not like I'm trying to win when I fail.

I know I'm significant, It's the world that fails to see it, go back a many posts and through reading you can see it. I got the magical talent bequeathed upon my being, perhaps it's you whose lackluster view may lackadaisically slack through it.

Too many people are lazy these days, I'm losing my patience, I'm thinking there's ways to overcome the distinction between normalcy and superb, I want to be the one who makes everyone else deterred.

I already look the part, all I need now is an in and before you know it I'll be where I'm destined.

Flying Buttress

Here it is once again, I have achieved a state of failure. Just like before, but a little more, I've hit the floor with grandeur. I've found out though that my self respect is so much that I'm willing, to do and say the things you think but you're never able to go through with for fear of repercussions.

I will attest to my progress, I'm nowhere near where I once was. They treat me like dirt, as if their words, they don't hurt, when inside the cuts build up over time. As the transgression takes place, stay outta my face because anger is all I project in the place of the positive that was once there. 

I feel like I can't talk to you, words are useless, actions speak louder but can be seen as acts of foolishness. All attempts made in vain, pointless like an unsharpened pencil used for the greatest sketch ever drawn.

I've came I've seen I've nearly conquered, which in turn has left me for a taste somewhat like a moniker you use when you're loosely based loyalty is also your unbecoming, yeah they're onto you. I'm also onto you, so don't think for a second you're onto me, cause them, and you plus me makes three.

Jerp of tout

Funked is the mind of the child who is behind those eyes that look out unto unseen probability.

Spent is the loan which was given for a time of which it is unbeknownst when the payback will be received, or even retrieved.

Untold are the thoughts which spiral out of control inside of my head am i becoming my own troll? to toil in the pity I wallow upon myself as I look as past accomplishments I've placed above my health.

Interest is what I lack in your polygamous exasperation you entertain whilst explaining yourself, sorry I'm unenthusiastic, its becoming undazzling, the way you pounce around and tout your past expressions turned to doilies of which stains are used to cover.

Strings are left unwinding with the withering of life as the spirit of your presence is squandered until fully squelched in which case, good luck with everything.

Jerp.

Choices

I am torn between the options placed in front of my face with an insatiable urge to make the choice of whether or not to be discouraged when i make the wrong one which quite often i do, its a learning curve I cant seem to steer through.

I'm deciding my fate at this very minute, every minute choice I make has to spin it in such a way I can't see three moves ahead; should I be making gingerbread, or just staying in bed? Some days i ask myself cause the answers to these questions are seated on the mantle of my mental shelf inside of my head.

There are other times the answer I seek is standing right in front of me, either way I'm forced to go toe to toe with my self and my actions, I'm the one who will know the direction I take, but I only see  place I've arrived afterwards, at what stake?

Quickly I garble two thoughts into a single sentence with which I'm even unsure as to what I mean. Exponentially I decide to quantify my own life views onto you.

Muddled thought

I am lost in the obscenity and frustration that bequeaths the idealistic forensic analysis, the problem is the rest of this.

Nothing is beneath me, in fact quite the opposite you see, I'll try it all, and to make you upset I'll be better at doing it that you are even if that's something you do, if not that maybe it's beneath you.

I am above ground, some say grounded, I say profoundly abounded, beyond what's beyond the great beyond if there's a backyard than I'll find it quite hard to ramble on.

Agriculturistically I'm narcissistic if you must be that so be it, we both must be a couple narko's chacha chee.

Monkey fur, Afro puff, ravioli made of stuff. I got the beach ball but the air is too cold to give up the lesson of the saddened doll.

Broke face bacon backflip taken a trip backwards where the goopy stuff stoops.

Befuddled

Im a person, So are you. We use computers to communicate through;
I like ice cream, you like candy. Often not can't quite be dandy;
Warhol painting, silk screen montage. Revolution can occur in a barrage;
Barges, Wharfs, and idle quays. Got none of that where it is I stay;

Operator controlling contra, band the rubber rib no mantra;
Snake like reflex, belly down flop. Careful with nostrae pop rocks and soda pop;
Bubbles are rarely ever hesitant, always floating even when it's unpleasant;
Boofy blitz I used to get whammed, Paranoia is all that lets itself into lending my imagination a hand;

Clay pots clicker, glass ain't much quicker;
The clean up required deserves a few stickers;
Mulch my cupboards into stubborn cup and dish butter;
Bet it's awful, tastes can be utter-ly distinct with restricted district flavour;

Meeting expectations with clutter and dismay;
Gobbledegook never caused a display, finger prints made from jam can coat a dossier;
Filed wrong can created a panic, dumbstruck luck was absent on the titanic;
Missing the boat or the whistler's call can ofter bring things to become dissolved. 

Ripe Oysters

The world is once again my oyster for the pickens,
Hopefully I uncover a pearl for life to quicken.

I want to be recognized for all of that is moi,
But even if not then the chocolate is bwah!

I can sometime experience the roller coaster of emotions,
Ups and downs, silence and locomotion.

Right now I am up, Positivity emanating,
Response will be jaunted if caught exclaimating.

Soon to be a ghost, Hopefully not for a while,
As the world spins round like an unstopping turnstile.

Cereal is great as an anytime snack, But right now I want meat,
I'm having a meat attack.

I am looking to broaden my horizons and be better see,
Rather than letting my failure get the best of me.

Moving on, I'll see you soon,
Hopefully then I'll acquire some boons.

Unfinisher Strikes Again!

At My Wits End

So here we are again, this time the experiment took, only six months of my life, and differently I now look. Both physically, and through my eyes the change has taken place, I went from loving it all to wanting nothing to do with the place.

Angered and frustrated, illustrious visions depicted, all in black to get back at the one who has inflicted such hatred to be reached, to gaggle and beckon to speak, to reckon with me is to fight with the reaper of that which you seek.

My thoughts are all baffled, undoing undone, I'm becoming to be the one which often you'd run from. Those who have sworn against my initial allegiance, betrayed me and ridiculed the things that I've pretensed. Grievance no more, as the splatter depicts that which is whole is the ashtray I've fixed.

Smoking is the tube from the hoola hoop rube goldberg to ruin your mind mostly your forward-ed icecream jive sunday is the best day to raffle off five identical things in an irrepressent manner, Monday is the worst day for realizing that the thing that you do is and can be quite fearifying. 

one thirty eth of a minute

2 Seconds...

2 Seconds is all it took.
2 Seconds to stop,
2 Seconds to look,
2 Seconds to hit the bottom even when you're on the top.

2 Seconds to live,
2 Seconds to die,
2 Seconds the time it takes after feeling from a smile sets in,
2 Seconds also just as long as it lasts before it fades away.

2 Seconds to remember,
2 Seconds to forget,
2 Seconds to forget that you forgot and to think of something completely and udderly useless,
2 Seconds to think of something else that could lead to the most amazing thought ever before the next 2 seconds after which the former happens.

2 Seconds to say thank you for something nice someone has done for you,
2 Seconds the time takes to respond you're welcome,
2 Seconds to part ways and for each moment thereafter become ever more exponentially different,
2 Seconds to reconnect over something as common as a cup of coffee.

2 Seconds ladies and gentlemen, children and pets,
2 Seconds is how we live life, and don`t you forget,
there was a second ago, and then this second right now,
but when this second is gone then the next becomes how,
the 2 seconds that it took are the when, and the now.

2 Seconds all done now,
2 Seconds have past,
I have looked and I've seen for 2 seconds at last,
2 Seconds all the time I devoted to thoughts of thinking I've thunk that my mind's blown,
So much thinking to do, and with such little time, all 2 seconds I've taken on this momentary climb.

2 Seconds...

Francensense

Fractionally I'm torn between the fickleness pursuit of the hoping and the wishing of what could be considered actual loot from the devastated smile of the degenerate depicted all riled up and if you listen then your mind I will beguile with a lackadaisical dastardliness prejudice you'd expect from a great listener slash autonomous psychiatrist.

I see myself nowhere where I'd expect to see myself five years from now, I cannot foresee exactly what it is I will be doing next Thursday let alone Thursday five thousand and eighty six days from now. I live life for the moment, because you never truly will ever know when that moment will cease to be. I am very loud and at the least excited more than anyone else in the room, unless we are outside, in which case in the nearest eight hundred foot vicinity.

Factuality could not exist technically speaking if nothing was recorded ever again. Didactically I wish to stress the irritability of two or more cats in a single bag, such thoughts are slanderous to those who love cats, so instead change the verb to hats. As such these things are inert unless inherently made from beasts, in which case the previous statement I've made is false to say the least. 

Chess and cheese go together like please and thank you, and I will not stop to prank you, unless of course you wish to engage in that which is considered recourse for the stage to coach the others into ecclesiastically barraging the bazaar which is bizarre to say the slightest, har har har, I'm am delighted beyond the expected politeness.

Ficticious

I used to think I was a samurai, maybe in another life, in this one I'm just a guy living with high hopes and expectations, as well as a glimmer in my eye.

A smile and wave is what I give you just before I misbehave, I am a kid whose grown up to be a rave all in myself and I'm just dazed.

Crazed and confused foot lose and even juiced up all on the sauce of the one with the ill intent above the boss with the killer instincts as well as aptitude to fit in with the popular crowd and be so rude as to roody tootin shooting with the scuba gear and silly ears to feel so real as realness feels.

Crawl up inside the stockings hoping as teeth chattering, biting going off what little nail there is to bite off, just like before, as the guy does the thing with the blower, water pours, excitement kicks off with a sloth like repeal, as the victor crouches forward to hear with his ears what he cares to steer the conversation which is directional, indecisive unlike gravity who knows what it wants, which is to be the center of which all is pulled towards.


Kinda like every guy's ex girlfriend, or at least they say. If the whisper in the air is the equivalent of cost, as right as really realized is the argument which is lost by atleast one, some times by both. other times by many. Wasn't it Bond who spoke to none other than Money Penny.

goji berry milkshake

Bickle baxter biffle baffle;
Cannot taxidermy waffles;
Got a case of jiggly wiggly farkle;
Hyena meat is surly guaranteed to startle;
Monkey brains if chilled are chewy, but if liquified can be gurggled.

Take some time to fill the cupboards;
Donkey Kong is likely stubborn;
Jumping backwards ideally unsuitable;
Wearing a suit made from meat is clearly quite doable;
Doodling feet can become grueling and subtle.

Muddling about in a bog is quite carelessly condescending;
Eating the legs from a frog should be hairless;
Wearing a hairnet to stalk scarecrows inefficiently unfeasible;
Leering from mirrors is considered displeasable;
Squaring your face just in case it is squeezable.

Gargling gaggle of googling gogglers giggling;
Nobody knows why the gnomes eyes are unsettling;
Anyone's guess as to why the spy is left mettling;
Metal can attain decrepitude if left in the rain far too long;
Bongos can be beating with or without singing songs.

flow ficial eye tiss

I hope to attest in the knowing of what it is I am showing in the verbiage I lay electronically as I'm flowing, going to take you on a trip from your screen inside your brains make you think of awesome things whilst you're driving through your car - ane - ee - um I think of some; sigh if you're not with it, then take a turn for the worst when you thinking of a watermelon bungalow first bursting with the freshest scents of inoculating sympathy, your reflection is being muffled by the diffuse in the atmosphere as it's taken back then scuffled.

It's fo the most official-est, I crest and detest, the thought of what I got is really what I think as it's best. Just incase you're on a busy business trip, concocting yokle jive; is this quip I've worded worthy of the applause from both your fives. Is the thoughts created upon symantically systematically cracking back with imagry from inside your mind's eye which is where I wish to see. If you find the cheddar unicorn save a couple bites for me.

If results are babies born a million to one, then the million baby march is almost ready to begun. Perhaps a zillion buckets of gravy is needed to feed and slather the walls with potatoes and all to feed indeed, as the world turns to profit, prophets dwindle among men. As the holes in the soffit are they really for pretend? like the holes in your argument, arguably they are unclear. So I write this to your face instead of whisper in your ear.

Inadvertently virtuous

refugee status is the branded hypo allocation which gives criteria like no other sensation, if the brain can make decisions silently without others knowing, standing still is the only way to thrill the silence going on silently in the background it's there, beneath each buzz of a bug, or the moving of a chair, crackling beneath the rug, as the dust collaborates with the tasseling of tessels where the fabric complicates, bah what ever, never ever said I'd never say never ever.

Cote Ivoire is where a soccer game is taking place in the streets or in an alley, children running fast to chase, as the ball careens gently, quickly kissing the ground before somebody boots it in it's face with irresponsible actions as it breaks a window, the shatter can be heard through out the village. People come look, just another case of mistaken identity took. Taken just in case you're wondering, I wasn't mistaken, my words I've not been blundering, purposely to say the least.

Using your eyes take the grandest feast, take as much as you like, save me none I won't plea. I leave these words here now not for mockery, but simply the case of a mistaken goal debauchery. I'm excessively insistent that's for sure to say the least. I am unnecessarily consistent with my actions when I lead.

Fed up with the harm caused by indecisive instability, get up with the going from indiscretion of  tranquility, that which is desired every so often is admired as a topical approach to dealing with nondiscriminatory confessions of a broken in soul, left abound unsure now where the end of the line is going.

refugee status, like a known unknown, around on the ground, but you don't know where it is you're going. Incorrect is the attempt to effectively defect from that which it is that haunts you so your directing retrospect, parallax  the view away from what's through what is the case, encase yourself incase the place is overrun with rabid elves, or rotten birthday cake.

JubeJube snazzle

I'm attacking the blank slate with ideas so simplistically the very thought of what I brought had varied quite statistically, systematic harlequin fortuitous propaganda brought to you from an awkward view allowing travel to and from Uganda.

Malicious malaria mixed with vicious vicarious so scary that I dare ya to eat a spoon full, are you there ya? I gots the sketty if you gonna get the dip, then we mix them both together for a really silly trip, as the shopping is illustrious like my reflection in thin air, what's the varied definition for a taller kind of chair?

Are you into making bubbles from the special kind of soap that when used as a shampoo makes the hair you wash explode? Not fiery but feisty in a zesty kind of way, when you eat them both together tastes like salmon from Bombay.

Ewwie desert fish for dessert don't sound vurry appealing, I got the kinda ego that could storm in from the ceiling, I am anything like legos,  I'm a slogan from Joe Rogan, I got the cough that could swaffle a box full of waffles in the event that could repeal if the timing is made right well then the object is a steal but only if viewed in the right light.

If excused I'd refuse to the excuse that the tarpaulin is tight enough and right enough to take place of the roof it's also light enough to blow away loose goose in the wind, quaintly enough the exercise is quite concise until the end

Hear Dem Bin

I gots da full attention of the audience,
I mention this because it's very pertinent you listen to the lesson if,
you wish to hear the story about helping yourself,
then first help me out I need to write a written verse,
about the harmful effects of the handcrafted curse,
which will inundatedly lead to mindful self respect in ways you value if you spend your days with awesomeness to capture craze.

 Awfully off topic is the subterranean microscopic organism,
which if left unchecked will possibly profit off the laziness of not stopping it,
which directly relates to traffic in session on the concession from people shopping if,
unless you drop it, don't bother eating that taco you bought for a quarter,
or that piece by piece coffin kit you can by across the border.

I need to have an intellectual talk to the helpful host with the swaggery walk,
I'm nearing the nose of the upset peach poacher,
for reals I tell you some people are like creatures encroaching closer,
some steeples are like so steep that people can't possibly creep,
which is why gargoyles are needed to watch whilst we sleep.

Okay, here I go, nearly ending the thought process,
flossing what I got hoping what I floss is flawless,
Crossing what I brought with a cripple creak it's lawless,
often what I find is that thoughts can coincide with thoughtlessness,
then this bothers me after all we are but post dated accomplices to our own fate n accomplishments,
does this make you more likely to state the obvious opinion to the options that we make,
the leaps we take, the leaves we rake, the under tones which separate the outlandish ideals we communicate.

Contraband

never do I come here to speak drearly or seem drab,
when in fact the thing I think I do is try to often have a slab,
where intellectual prosperity underneath which case,
where the feelings that immerse themselves come exalted from the chase,
there's individual personality at the cost when freedom takes a turns for more like perseverance and the implications which exist come across as incoherent.

leave it to I to turn an idea from intellectual thoughts transcending from my mind into reality,
when left to you you'd rather pursue an idealistic virtuosic mentality,
I got the shivers one day from the heat, that's when I knew I needed to eat meat,
not until then have I stood on my feet, like a freight train trolling I need to beat the sheet of wheat.

Spaces in places that have nigh for faces which coexist with lunar placements turbulent tabulature for distasteful frustrations. A simple no will feed implications to extrapolate and indicate the placement for extrusions to take place. Excuse me for the face, or should I say excuse the race.

If flipping from trees which disease would you think to take top place on top of the crease?

rando 02

I mixed up the fiddle with the faddle,
Just a little bit of my mistake identification,
But just a little.

No big deal just pick up where we left off,
Even if the lid was left off when heff coughed,
Just in case you get the urge to carry aloft,
I will deem you to be opposing soft.

But when you drop the sharpie marker,
Don't you dare stop to pick it up,
That's why many come inside of the box,
No need for acting like you're tough.

I once walked through a storm,
it was the middle of the eye,
I thought that it was over,
But it turned out to be a lie.

Life Minus 1 more

I lost a dear friend today, A terrible feeling, received it in text, can't believe that it's really, so unreal so hard to feel, future interactions pretext would be to steal. Gone away in a flash, Everything that we said now just a thing of the past. Everything we could have done now locked in it's place on life's path.

Dear friend of mine, know that you will be missed. Your life just a memory left labelled like a list of things to do, but they've already been done. It's a good thing we always made sure to have our fun, It's a good thing we never allowed differences to run in place of our friendship, sailing through this here life under the sun. No regrets will be present when I think of our time, as we worked hard together in the heat, on the line.

I will not cry long for you,I won't allow strife to overtake that which is me. As we once were I will remain to be, just without you to be present which would allow you to see. I will live on stronger, your lessons I will take with me.

I will remember you as you were, the one that I knew. The struggles we had and made it through, the laughs we shared, the stories and jokes. Let's say life was better before you croaked.

I'm left in a state of disbelief, sure our friendship could be considered brief. But the time we spent we made spent without grief. Always had each others back, never had to worry about slack. The world suffers a loss this day, when you left us all and are now gone away.

pissle pace

Pop a drop of bottle pop brought to you from the soda shop which is where that hair that had the flare ended up that night after the affair at the fair which is and was fairly just barely the glare that you got from the lot of the kindling that spared the oodles of joy expressed whether or not you must believe, I got the poodle from that doodle all is finally spared at least.

What is that thing that spins around it's got the foolery twist, the kind you turn from the table when you're off flicking your wrist. The kind that gets spraying from the psychos at bay that will come and annoy you day after day. The voice that's expressed whether encroached or just repressed from all the shouting and devote touting can be compressed as moods are compromised as well as feelings, whether feeling them or not feeling them. Devoid of all the reeling that is done and with it dealings that are won and past shining like the sun.

Moon come hither, I got the stuff to stop the fuss and dealing with the Darjeelings you gotta be pretty tough, even considering the beating you'd receive if you conceive factuality into existence some stuffs pretty hard to believe.

Flurgan sham wallah got the juice up in the track, turn it over if you want to see the end of the shplak.  

So Me

i made this video because i made the music first and that inspired me. The fact that some parts look unfinished is besides the point which if you look you will find the point being that i finished it to the point i am happy with it.

Ice Cream Shoe Box

So I visit the obstetrician to go get my tonsils checked when he says there is a problem, nothing that I can't correct. When I turned to the doctor he just smiled and said get them monkey loving candle burners outta your bed. I said doc, sha ka khan, go get the bloobetty off, I got the flew bitty doo and it's uh making me cough. * uh huh, uh huh* I think my throat is getting dryer, my larynx could start a fire.

What do I have to do doc? I ask him as he looks right at me and mocks. I'm not sure but I'm retired, and that's a poodle eating fox, he says pointing to a painting. Leaving his office I get this urge just like affinities merge, I'm all conglomerated like a couple Amish on the verge of buying an ipod but just can't summon up the courage.

Who's been handy with the candy? Who's the whack a mole on fruits? Who's gone and had a baby with a dirty pair of boots? This trip is turning out to be a big waste of time. The lesson that I've learned here is how to deviate my mind.

Spectacle Anomoly

       Sixty nine of the things that I thought I've posted here, there's a million more hidden inside, I swear their all there; This here's sixty plus eleven minus one, I got the jiggety jag an I'm gonna go and get some. I got emotto's spewing out faster than you drink clamatos, clam juice inside a sweaty running shoe to chase the dellotto's, I'm running through thoughts not meant to be thought but got that way when I think that I thought until I got to that place that I'm not, currently coherently, that's the spot.

       Proverbs procedurally procrastinating everything, ideals to go by when swinging things from on the ring. The rude uddle mukka with his face all munukkah, got them things that got suckas fluitiantly efficient with their brains all befuddled and their eyes seem proficiently expressant of their dormant situation that's expired whilst their facsimile is no more, as it has currently been fired. So they couldn't say they were coming, but they could probably have called, and they didn't, cause they wouldn't, so you kicked them in their balls.

       Riddled excursion depicted conversion immensely at the expense of the detection from the Persian or Parisian or pagotta hidden deep beneath iotas which are especially encased in case of perdition, or an unexpected encounter with Ray Liotta a midst aloft in Dakota. North or South doesn't matter they ain't never ever gonna show ya.

This is what's hot, me. This is what's not, juice. Likeable is a term I'd throw out just to get loose; Lost the loser, luckily he left, as the kitchen and the counter turned murky from his heft. Hasta le viesta is a term no longer been heard unless playing mad libs, or being frisky witch your words. Boston Bruins beat Baltimore six to seven in the fourth. Who cares who beat who, or when they did, or what ever was the score.

I care if potatoes and tomatoes are produced in outer space, I mind if my meat is cloned or grown in a lab cause that's more and more the case. Petri dishes cost more now than ever before because the place that produced them opened up their own store.

 Clovers all over on nature's own floor, but soon it's be synthetic clovers all over the laboratory door, as science plays jihad on nature's creations. Expect to be covered in clothing grown from skin on your birthday in the future, for a thousand million billion more there's a way we can clone ya.

Pretend to Whisper

I'm through with getting gold stars, all I want is crunchy gold bars, melt them down and turn around wouldnt have to look far. gold be dripping out my mouth like drool dripping down displaying your health. Quell the qualm if you're too naught. If then be bested basting better bait from a bitter bottle in a blundered state.

Is it truth the way you say you feel, or just another fable. For if the words are meant to be real then chemicals will stable, through your eyes into your mind, just open up and you shall find that life is really quite divine, a chocolate kiss hidden in behind a coin for wishes, turn the tide, slushy fishes.

Everyone breaks a dish from time to time, but never break their wrists twisting limes. Never holster your fists in a rhino's behind, just the though alone induces chills down one's spine. Hustling rabbits and feeding them liquor would help out the dogs, as the chase gets quicker. Grabbing the dogs and feeding them whiskey, teaches them barking is often too risky.

Quarks on the loose gonna straddle the caboose of the moose that's been hidden inside of the juice.

Huxtable Sweater

Unsettling is the settler that never settles down. and how is that, the time it takes to take the time is  found, to be too much for they to reside up top of the ground. mono tone is abstain putting motives into motion is to train. Stay on track if you wish the arrival of this to be timely and finely chopped is the mind which mine is, so it's fine to speak lines or time to time for me to physically design, that which I think is for sure mine is mine.

What is yours is of course the recourse for the force you exert when you're hoarse with your voice and your choice is to crank up the volume till the shots begin to effect the connector detector of the retractable wreck. Unsuiting is the insult you objectively direct towards me in my direction, it's a good thing I expect, that kind of behaviour, some think it quite crass. Am I cheap if I won't spend a penny on my ass?

Is it creepy to post pictures of lawn mowers online, where the yawn factor could pull a tractor, that thought directly reminds me of a thinky thought thunk on a night like tonight where a mini moves a transport in a power pulling fight. The engine starts smoking as the big rig rolls back just before putting the pedal to the floor as black smoke plumes from the stack. Excitement enthralls as a man in the back, stands up on one leg and reveals his butt crack. That there's the reminding of what life's like in the south.

unsaid words

Brawny is the parana whose teeth have made him a feasting adversary for anything unfortunate to be smaller than they at leastly, that is to say. Meaty is the diplodocus whose focus was on the crunch of some leaves, left leaving him vulnerable between the ankles and up to his knees.

We scrunch our faces when we look at the bright white light of the sun, we close our eyes when we're at the point where melting could be an option. I leave you steaming like the lobster that fried off the coast, you're like the cracker whose cheese slid off and down onto the toast.

I am directly related to that of a tree. When I am thinking, I think with my mind's eye to see that it's my family that make up the roots and the bark of its entire-ty. I got the issues that come more than once in a lifetime now. They're the kind that get vanquished with a tissue oh yeah. I'm often jilted when you take the defensive stance. It's undone quilted seams attached the to seat of my pants.

Under a chair by a tree, that is where I dare you and me to play fair if you need, but if not bring a sock and a flare to come see that the name of the game is underrated and gee.

Uncle doctor take a seat and I fear that you care if the burgers have wheat, and the beer batter up with the fish in the sea, but a leprechaun smile is plain to see. Wooden block chatter, chirp a chipper deedle doop. Add cream and peppercorns making a soup. Stoop to the lowest you can before you droop, before you falling to the floor, before you chittle a little and then regroup.

Mango Flavoured Chabrakas

Mangled by the silence clearing frustration away, the lack of sound is the sound that's found to be most relaxing today. Waves are calming, fire's just dandy,  a chime in the wind at the right time is handy to do the trick that which you wish to preform. Careful your words or you'll summon a storm.

Flavourful astro not, afflicting or depicted lifting troublesome objects that would otherwise be sifting through the mix of evangelical optimism capturing hearts at the whim of an obscenity whispered in a busy corridor where trouble is brewing. Get the whisk to briskly switch that which is air into foamy like disks.

Opportunist take the fletch of the arrow guided next to the hero who's narrow minded decisions get him swept into a life style of peril, engaging into battle whether words or with his fists, armed with dynamite could cause a fright, and knives are quite the risk. So he battles with ethereal vibrations of the serial situation unbreakable, mix hotdog water with your cereal.

Hopping down the stairs covered in soap is kinda quicker than a wheelchair up an escalator drinking shots of malt liquor, cause the o.e. is straight oh no. Where the Schlitz is like a shizer in the woods beside a tiger, dressed in a zebra suit with bloody steak draped on your visor. Hope you can run, or at least have some fun before your face is that of Sigfried's when Roy and the Bengal had won.

Wrecked em filler, up north in the woods there's a thriller of a cabin made from logs and stone that's really quite Iller than some houses shown on cribs surrounded by ravenous sibs who fight for the right to be all kinds of mad libs. Excite if you will the idea of tranquility as the lake standing still is unlike your whole family.

Baby chickens getting eating for the sake of the feast, where do souls go? into chickens maybe that's saying the least. Recycled funk records should sell candles that seat atop of the record as it spins twisting heat which is mantled defeat of the battle of the wick and the flame for example the saddle.

Cranberry crambrizzle who lots of ham nizzle, get a load of Sam Wise Gamgee attempting to spam the sea with quintuplets of slam dizzle. Narcoleptic hole traps, spinning around words to sleep people hold that. Hold the phone, while e.t. phones home in hopes to hear his girl, long distance rates apply, calls cost is out of this world.

Slushy Axe

Just when I'm up high a lightning cloud strikes. Irking chaos to pathologically fight me as I pyche seed. That which is my being and I represent with pride. That which are my actions need a key to address sides of the tempura mental actuality existing.

Mixing ology with fizzy gonna get artistic partic ulates, all over the couch with bubonic neurosis its Ebonics to tell if division aint gonna axe as it's being atrocious. Felt a wave of exhaustion floating over my focus. I turn event into eventual eventually. I have the pretense to index that which is me.

Some people axe and if they do they get the answer i guess. And if the answer is wrong then use a wiki to test, the answer answering right, like them brothers whose flight did break the records that were expected to be reckoned with, even if, someone somewhere is getting choked by backwards necklaces es is us is is is us is esss.

Huhhh ensure you inhale as breaths taken in from inside chests getting Air. Ee-oh-la. space around the space that's there, exposhe-ahh. Mass media hike up to tell the quiff about the angel hair pasta in butter beard yeah that's stiff. You got the foster bundt the day you lent, the thick you bent, the moeny you spent. Never mind you with that lent.

You got  that lint in yo pocket I sold you, I'm gonna need it back, I got a sweater that's better than any thing that you stack, next to, up top of, inside of, without. The places you take to and things that been doing with, now do without.

Neurological Traffic Jam

I bought the brisket just thought it'd be nice to risk it if the sausage mac drazzle up at at em like I battle chicken bones so hard you're gonna have to go and straddle, grab the dorsal fin that's what's the matter with socieity it's plain to see with clearness see the sought thoughts of seers who for miles and minutes transmute lightyears through this rigzlebibe qudro phonic taco eating contest just outside costco, prolly gonna be a messy situation, thought so.

Man everything's really outside of costco nowadays. I think that's how cities are planned, surround the people with bigger things to make them fatter than nick cage stretched out like an airplane blimp on the side of a dirigible from avacado season the movie that hasn't happened but if it does then it's destined to be watched by someone other than yourself.

Get some self help, for instance I am an estranged pirate traveller forgotten by myself marooned on planet earth to watch myself in the mirror silent as a mime. Do you think I have time, to visit every costco in the vicinity, I don't, I'm stuck looking at myself until I see things I don't like so I get rid of them, Sure it's no reverse Osmosis but I can't be Higgs Boson, Stuck here just like I'm frozen.

Talking to seashells sure is pointless, but fills the urge to talk on a cell phone and costs nothing really. Think of the savings incurred over the life of the seashell. Think of the relaxation incurred from listening to the ocean and it's problems instead of your cousin Susie's taxidermist stepbrother Abe Gronkle. Who really cares, that's what's wrong with society these days.

Nobody can be anybody, but not just anybody can become a nobody anymore. We walk on a floor where fractions of people are varied and scary, the thing that's supposed to be there is left unattended and fairly the situation becomes just the opposite of a tea party. If elected all will be corrected, that's Shinto shenanigans, even a brain wave of bacon like proportions if sizzled coherently no one could ignore this, but not just anybody can be nobody, you gotsta think, if connected I'll reflect off the island's kitchen sink.

Ye Olde Style Flope Talke

Far off the mind some I got a bit of Numb Numbs caring bout the Dum Dums hit a trifle get some, Afro Pudding gonna get yall shoudn't cause eaten this is foolish even if you could you couldn't.

Drop the face off the Earth then come back Easter Monday, but can't cause it's over gonna wait till bloody Sunday. Tear a dactyl into tissues gonna get loose like a sandwich, lost my loose shoes where's the roof dude, did you see that, there's a rude dude with aloof mood.

Jumping ships now gonna rock till all the almonds have gone up hill, gravity like a solid liquid, irresponsible gonna win big.Call me Jack Pot Alle Mundo, that's my title, this right here is my digital recital.

California is the place where, space and time tilt, am I boring ya? Goody two shoes, have the right stuff, gonna get big if I write tough.Gonna listen to, the sights surrounding, whilst my heart is, gently pounding.

In my ribcage will there be sauce? I don't know if, ask the big boss. If he says no, then come drink some, even if we have to think umm...

Im esscited yes I essed it, would you preferred if I F'ed it? I don't think so, me thinks no hard. Algebra zebra quadricorn leopard, where you gonna run if the stripes get severed? Where you gonna hide if those horns become levered, into your eye socket, wrench it and pocket the contents in events the inventory fires off like a rocket.

Rock and roll ramen bowl rippling from the sound that extorts the air around as they tear through all but ground. Jurassic  black magic capturing static with a net chair you put there to have right at it. Shaking the maracas as you dance the cha churroni, riding on the back of a tijuana pony.

Heading through the hills as the static crackles on when you whistle while you skip  you'll find it difficult to yawn. Try to tear the tires from the loathsome apparatus wrapped around your brain whilst watching  moving pictures updating constantly your status.

Irriversable Riddle

Paraphrased the message that I'm toting with a phalanx of multitudinal irresponsibility so monstrous that I panic, when I smell the roses thinking that the scent is ever looming when realizing it's just my thoughts that are the drums I can hear booming. It's my heart that I do follow when I'm walking the straight line, it's my mind that throws me off course like a field laden with land mines. Blowing up the situation proportionally outta whack, giving me ideas without taking any flack. Paraphrased is the message hope you're getting what I say, I may not have time tomorrow so I'm telling you today.

When the time is right ready read on my squamish thoughts everything I have I own, nothing I have I haven't bought. Materialistic I think not, disposition is a curfew putting limits on things left without a purse to hold any personal pursuit. Curses is the thought that thunders through the thicket with a thrust. Leaving no room for the thirsty to be parched from all the dust. Building and destroying are the ideologies ingrained in the back of our minds, intercepted by ours brains. I just want to build a castle whilst destroying all the grass in the plot of land I need to take a hassle off the past.

Cryptozoic I have hidden, yet in plain sight I am just kidden, underneath a where is waldo's where you'll find the place I'm sitting. Look around, open your eyes, I'm over clothed with no disguise, you'll never see me cause I'm nothing that you're needing to realize. Exploration is ubiquitous since the day your breathing did increase. Contemplation is thing that makes you think your thought has ceased, yet it keeps you on your toes, if that is to say the least, if you eat an entire pizza can it be considered a feast?

A taste of my lacquer inlaid with some lipsmackers make your lips and tongue swell up like your  face is a disaster. Wanna pull up in a limo made from lemon peels and cheese, so I can crumple up the
whole thing when I'm angered like the sea, the emotions like a volatile wave of iridescence within or without the whole thing can repress or reflect impressions. As ducks waddle away, oblivious to the world, would we be a better peoples if we live just like the squirrels? Could we be a letter steeper if our tongues wouldn't curl?

What exactly is the message that I portray in this thought? I don't think its about life, or things that can be bought, I don't think it has to do with dust or curses or brains. I do think it's lacquered with slippery claims. What is it you take when you finish the read, could it be that I'm squamish, contemplate that indeed.   

On My Mind

A life in seclusion is better than living in an illusion, the only difference between the two is the face you know is the conclusion of many days spent alone versus reflections of a phone-nay what else is there about it left that I can say;

"These thoughts... are on my mind...don't really care... but then I find... the only way... to let them out...forget about... them is to rhyme"

I'm gonna stray because that topic I dropped is over and flopped, away I am going, next subject is friends that I'll stop, like to extend a warm welcome to those who stuck around and not those who pretend not to be found. Offensive, is the word I call a liar who compulsively destroys the bridge that we've both built with a verbal spray of fire; Dragons, are the sum of all those who are the ones who have enlisted, evangelistic nincompoops who get the story twisted. That there about sums up that subject in paraphrased detail, moving onto the next one, sliding along just like a snail;

"These thoughts... are on my mind...don't really care... but then I find... the only way... to let them out...forget about... them is to rhyme"

Futures, outlook endeavors on all our lives, the one we want we cannot get some, whereas the one we get we hide from. I for one never pictured this, I'm sure that's most of us anyway, unless you grew up in a money pool then the story might not be there to say. It's frustrating waiting with constant dictating the things that you want from the needs that you be hating, siphoning the dollars away eradication the ability to save a million clams or bones whilst creating hostility. Blam this is getting bland, so ADD come to me, with my power to think a billion things for you to all to read and see, next subject is the present;

"These thoughts... are on my mind...don't really care... but then I find... the only way... to let them out...forget about... them is to rhyme"

Presently I am depicted as a social outcast, at last a vagabond, hermetically I've sealed myself inside a doubtless bubble of which continuity spirals out of control my thoughts should be going viral, hit after hit, tired of spit landing on my face just because you feel the need to talk loudly and with a such vocation that none other can be heard in the endless sea of spew that erupts from your every which orifice especially the ones of your face, which I cannot look at anymore. Hows that for a run on sentence? Better yet the pretense, precursor to individuality can be summed up as a hidden duality of narcissistic inability to recognize reality for what it is, or what its worth. Time is up; next subject,  Money;

"These thoughts... are on my mind...don't really care... but then I find... the only way... to let them out...forget about... them is to rhyme"

So they say... Yes I'm going there, yesterday is actually today, which is also coincidentally tomorrow, which hasn't happened yet, there's not time there to borrow. Money on the other hand is actually infinite, yet finite as it is the definitive is contingent. Especially a special case can be made for the dollar, the thing that everyone wants, yet holds us back like a shock collar. Got it, want it, need it, find it, lost it, mind it, everywhere you go you need a buck just to get by, forget the days of yonder when beans could reach into the sky. Now you need a million dollars just to be the lowest of the rich, but a billion gets you further, less than that and youse a beech. I could go on for hours, but I dare not delay. I care not for elongations, moving on, and yet moving away;

"These thoughts... are on my mind...don't really care... but then I find... the only way... to let them out...forget about... them is to rhyme"

A Bit About Me

And now presenting... The amazing " AhCapella Swami"

I...am...A...Mazing, but... you don't know whether or not to accept it, It's eclectic...

Yeah I be juggling life like you been juggling balls, Don't need a second opinion, been making masterful calls. I be a learning new skills while you been set in your ways, and still you ain't learned a damn thing the last couple of days.

But that's not why I am here, I wish to brag about me, I didn't come to talk shiz but it's apparent to see, the self absorbance expressed whilst here confessing my brain, has got me all in a huff, and so I'll stick to the game.

I come to bounce off the words, my propitiation excised, I'm here to levy my thoughts into a whimsical splice, there is a science to life, but not a science to me, study all that you want, because you ain't gonna see, what it is that you think, you stop and stare but this drink, has got the flare that is linked to super fluid-itee.

I...am...A...Mazing, but... you don't know whether or not to accept it, It's eclectic...

So as I juggle with ease all that is my crazy me's, I wish to tell you what's up, so that you don't ask as you see. It's observation and yet, still haven't managed to get, the looking piece that I seek, so all yall freaks and the geeks, come and listen I'll speak, this game has only begun, I'm nowhere nearing my peak.

I...am...A...Mazing, but... you don't know whether or not to accept it, It's eclectic...

Changing Face

Surgery of the face rearranging all that space between your neck and your hair, disfigured features just in case. Making yourself someone that you weren't until you are, by then probably changed and scarred, eventually you are by far, that person you were not before the surgery you got, now the person that you be is unfamiliar to me.

When I look into the mirror in my dreams I see my fears, and it seems that the pain I went through wasn't real, as the dream me comes to tears, I am how I once was, why can't i just wake up, I know that I am not like what this does.

Purgatory of emotions, spent devotion al la carte, come and get some allegory before it dissipates and starts, turning things that meant another into things that mean nadda thing at all. When I fade into self loathing leaving nothing when I fall.

Was it worth it, I do think so. Spent time analyzing thoughts, when I've come to the conclusion who I am is what I've got. Now I've got amazing talent, let's up the ante side by side, when my ego catches up I promise you're in for a wild ride. When my budget catches up that ride gets ludicrous insane, when technology catches up that means we're living in a dream. When reality catches up, I don't think we'll ever be the same. When the withdrawal catches up, the universe is long gone by then.

Only got one life so live it, love it, do things that amaze. Never leave a chance to chance because the chance will turn you to a slave. Be master of your own mind, like magenta is real bright, when it comes time to make choices, hope you choose fight over flight. Hope you choose to do the wrong things so you learn what choice was right, maybe next time you will know, never know when time is right.

Melted Backwards

Overthrown by optimism, obscured by reality, at last I'm on the Atlas unless that was a flatless, negative ion, supercharged with ultra bion-ick, super quick I'ma be hella slick and throw a monkey wrench into my own plans just to see if I can stick, to it, make it through it, I will pursue it, an that's the truth that's how I'll do it.

Metaphorical metamorphosis, glory hole, what the hell is this? Like an oracle meets the exorcist on the other side of an orifice. Didn't see that with my astute observational ability, jeeze Louise would ja look at these I think we need divided trees, divinity defined with ease, one's right one's wrong, would ja pick one please.

When the flood gates open there's a time to freak, that time is now, so if you please will you speak, I will make sounds so that you can't think, I'm like that, I'm very rapid to repeatedly sink, into my own mind where it is I can drink, my very own thoughts, blurting out like verbal shots, verbal diarrhea is what some may call it but it don't stink, I'm afflicted but depicted with a wallet made from walrus whiskers, I think I may have saw it.

Kicking out lyrics with no music, but I know you need ta hear em, haven't written in a week or so, my thoughts I needed to clear em. I drank rogain down with some propane and an apple, my throat has hair now, but fear is hairballs in my snapple. My sight is clear now, wanna reach a place for my fingers to grapple.

Rappelling down a rock face that exists in outer space is equivalent to jumping on a moon beam if  refracted in just the right place. Almost got the monkey wrench out of this rusty clogged cog, when the gears begin a turning again you'll be glad I'm back to bog, you down with the utmost of clownish sustenance. Never try to jump over what's presumed to be a custard fence.


PEACE.

Message to thou

Hola and bonjour to my watchers, witnesses, pseudo fans, friends, cretins, munchkins, and anyone else who visits to read my ramblings.

I would like to say that after a one week hiatus I am back to blog my heart away.

 I hope your vacation from me was as pleasant as having feathers tickle your feet whilst they are bound.

I am back do not fear, I will now write some super dope lyrics for you to calm the nerves of thinking you lost me. Enjoy.

Landon

Paraphrased in detail

Systematic ultra sonic hazmat in the attic, sunder on I'm dissociatively charismatic, Angered like a bull that's been shocked by arcing static, Electrically charged I'ma make you feel like you an addict;

I hit the words harder than you smash the ground when went for a spin on your new bicycle an your head you did pound, I keep em coming like a frictionless cat, my claws are stretched out, better hope I don't grab at;

Cho attention like you paying, cause it's prevention-less go mention this, add up the tension dial my extension you get misguided cause I redirect you to Jim Henson's fist, Bwah right up your alley but don't worry he'll be the gentlest, he's in no hurry;

If Uranus has got a galley then I'm on the wrong planet lost, I thought I was on Earth but sometimes losing my place in outer space floating at what cost? Groats McGee reminding me to tell you that you're soon to be, without a brain, so plug your ears before it oozes out and stains, your brand new used shirt you bought real cheap, spend more on dirty smut and less on beauty sleep;

Been putting lunesta inside my iced tea then leaving the glass everywhere and anywhere I be, people all around falling asleep sound, thinking there's a narcolepsy contagion going down. It's just a prime example of my high rez Jackassed-flip, put on these brand new glasses if you wanna watch the acid trip;

Watch your step cause acid can burn if left on your face, try not to turn, so suddenly, death seems to erase, the memory like a VHS if magnetic I can express my positive attracts negative vibes which can be copacetic, so I run and hide behind, a place where all the positive will reach me just in time for the chlorine bleach to leech me;

Before I go an do something prolific, which is applicable to scribbling jots down, not too specific, I'ma ask you one last time where'd you come from? where you going? I know where I wanna end up, currently I'm slowly flowing.

Proverbial Hypothesis

Proverbial chop sticks sticking to the food I feed my mood with honesty honestly I'm in that mindset, trying not to be rude, crude or inexplicably explicit the things I'm bout to say can be literately illicit;

That's just it there's no trying, happening is what it is, like making a girl pregnant, it wasn't me it was my jizz. I didn't know that that shizz knew the way, I don't even know what happens when it leaves after today;

Before right now I tried to keep this all PG, but who am I kidding, In all honesty, seriously I mean honestly? Cause I know I got some views, but that means nadda thing, I got nothing to lose, time to amp it up a bit unlike that Mr.Rogers and his indoor shoes, I'm here to make some streaks all over the floors, I wanna be the one to kick a hole in your door;

I don't wanna be your neighbor, I don't wanna be your friend, get rid of that stuff you messing with, I'm done playing pretend. I need to be making moves, making contacts, need ta schmooze need ta be a better player insteada posing like a lose-er, who, him, wasn't me that said I'd stem, off someone else's coattails cause that ride is kinda grim;

I make my own life, destiny is my driver, I be building that shiz from scratch like that mo fukka MacGyver, starving for fame, that's the name of the game I play. I'm hungrier than a hippo with mad munchies umm kay? I'm angry the world neglects what is reflected from me, the thoughts that I have I think most people should probably see;

I'm doing my best to stay modest, but the beast is now unleashed, not sure for how long I can contain him, suppressing the raging feast at least. Time to resurrect the ideology I buried, deep beneath the thoughts suppressed in the coffin kinda scary;

I'm a follower to no one, and a leader on my own, if you wish to follow me just be prepared to catch a stone-ing, ist, ish... What did I do with that last wish, the one the gypsy lady told me I'd have happen if I dish, out my inner being, pour my thoughts out to be seen, just remember it's not my fault if I come off as being mean.

So here's the beginning of the end, I'm just warming up my style, expect the unexpected like my format to beguile, nonsensical essence that will warm you up with a smile, or terrify the thoughts of a pterodactyl in denial. 

Profoundly I Find

Japanese jelly beans Kirasowa kernels keen ;
Would they taste like soya sauce or wasabi dark brown or green;
I vote they'd be disgusting like a warm can of sardines;
Put some fish inside your boots for magic powers scuttle squish.

Float like a hover craft above the solid ground is where you'll probably fall in love;
Where is the love that you've found?;
Like the leaves in the wind floating elsewhere with ease;
Leave your home bear and barren like the nakedness of trees;
Do you think the snakes will care when rabbits wear no underwear;
When pigs have jet packs to soar will people stare?

The crossfire catches snails crossing the line from the salt factory producing NaCl out in behind;
The O2 i'm breathings is actually NOXeFl but does that matter anymore i feel like exodus so bleh;
Vampire assassins flatulating blue angels causing campfires to be catching;
Hold on to your panties cause I feel like something latching;
Down your leg there's a amplifier that you been stashing;
Making feelings feel as if they're actions, reactions to refractions.

I cannot foresee the thing that I though that will lead me to fortune fortunatly;
There's five hundred ways to get there,so pick a route and be;
On it like flies on an African's face;
Did I just say that? No I didn't, but you read it in cyber space.
Cyber-tastic Syberia sitting on a broken chair, no matter where you are there the internet is rare.

Enjoy this operation like the hasbro game;
Cause the more that I write down the less likely it's the same;
The more that you found the more likely to be insane;
The less likely you like it, the more likely will your brain.
Swimming pools filled with jello probably would help you drown;
Just make sure the jellos green so its more easy to be found.

Evolutionary Methodology

Vertically diagonal seems to mean success;
On a graphical demonstration subjugating from duress;
A mathematical formula could figure out the rest;
Where a shotgun wedding could spell out excess;
Just a twinkle of sarcasm is the recipe for jest;
When a inkling of  phantasm is nonexistent I guess.

From quatrains to sextuplets I've changed my modus operandi;
Which is to say I've strayed from my habitual rhyming ballet;
Benjamin Franklin would spin about in his grave if we connected his skeleton to a spindle;
But hey, that's desecration of a body, and a really fun way, to make bones rattle;
Not going out of my way, I won't skedaddle, fortunately is it good to be partaking in battle.

Hot metal makes a hiss and a clinking when exposed to water in a trough;
That's called forging I've disclose;  
These words come out my mind and they hot off the press;
From my brain which does the hissing and my fingers do the rest;
It's your reaction that is clinking when the gears in your mind;
Get to spinning when you're reading what I've written left behind.

Belching babies like to barf the contents of their stomach when they're nearing the park;
Its intensely obscene like the colours of a quark in quantum space is quantified by light vs dark;
The dark matter I ate could fill up a box, in a fridge on a mountain powered only by socks;
No wonder the dryer always confiscates foot covers, I always loose the left, right left with no brother;
Success is the meaning behind all this scheme;
Will I ever achieve it, or is it just a dream.

Am I or What

Engrossed with grossness which is to say grande;
I guess I could say large but then the first though would then land;
Directly into your mind, like the battering ram slams;
Like the melted baby bottle duck that I drank before I swam.

I'm a swami to some, and just a sham to others, a shame to those unmentioned;
While I hide under the covers, my dreams take place from inside of my mind;
The colours that emanate are so bright, I'm surprised I'm not blind;
Then again I've poor sight, in hindsight that's just fine.

Foreshadowing from the shadows is as effective as howling in a wind tunnel;
While the wind projected is artificial, the sound can be muddled;
When the ground becomes muddy, from the water mixing with dirt;
It's hard to stay in clean clothes without feelings getting hurt.

It's hard to say with mean tones, I like you as a friend?;
It's to hard to listen softly, and attempt to comprehend;
It's hard to be a wannabe and try not to pretend;
It's easy to give up trying when you never tried to begin.

Stuck with this path, although I sometime travel astray;
Always coming back, an so I often say today;
Am I gonna find what it is that I'm looking for before I lay;
In this awful game of chess, and we play it everyday nonetheless.

In the grand scheme of things, I wonder whats the picture on my puzzle;
When all the pieces are connected will I see it, Will I discover;
With all the fish in the sea, and all the birds in the sky, and all the rain from the clouds;
As they float on passing by, like the days and the time, never stopping to rewind;
What is it that I'm looking for but just can't seem to find?

Jibberish Scales

Guan-gar ga gantuan Gwanggg.....
If spoken softly in song, can commit to do wrong-ohonggggg...
Ohmmm, secret words I have shown.
Take your spirit to sone, that's a place some call home.

What a wonderful time, that I had on this ride,
That we had on this side...
Mhooooww, make it slither and slide,
Heading hither with pride.

Fergggg... Fal ahh wul ma cen tured.
Mellow drastic absurd,
Sometimes lost in the words,
I just wish to be heard.

Juinggg... Cha la wallah fa bing.
Et le matcha qu ping,
Sounds quite awkward, yet rings,
Just the right notes it seems.

Suppose there'l come the day,
When you sit back and say,
That I knew him before,
All the things he's now more.

Gone, gone away and still here,
Dwahngg gla gatta ver peer,
Mun se nattah fle greer,
En sull batta for cheers.

Aesthectically Speaking

Eleven people view it, nobody says boo.
One person's jealous, but I won't mention who.
Six people smell it, but it comes down to two.
Who's the one I speak of, could it be them or you?

Several times I think of incredulous thoughts,
Equally I forget before quickly I jot,
Sequentially I categorize placing in slots,
Frequently misnomer the spots that I've got.

Greatly appreciate the kindness of strangers,
Faintly deteriorate the blindness of anger,
Quaintly I speak of the mindlessness of subjugation,
Lately feel humbled, lowering frustrated expectation.

Loathsome lackluster audacious recluse,
Fantastic phantom gone off on the loose,
Barnaby bluster bolstering boost,
Keep on trying until fate's seduced.

Insanity spans over epochs of chronology,
Determination can be figured as evolution of biology,
Extermination quite often detested by theology,
Faith is what guides those left after technology.

Definitive desolation of deterrent situation,
Absent still is a self evaluation,
Madlibs fill time reality evasion,
Oxygen dissipates at a rapid concentration.

If you see this bothering to read,
Take a second and a comment please leave,
Let me know that you've been here, so I believe,
Otherwise the view numbers to me do deceive.

Curious Questions

Longevity is the ability to fight decrepidy from sneaking up slowly,
Thus expelling time deceptively unlike wearing an abollae.
In words that are considered collectively correct,
A quatrain of fragmentation I'll attempt to connect.



The dots that are designed to spell the writing on the wall,
If you do look what have you took, have you taken a look at all?
If literacy is forgotten and explicitly replaced,
What would be the thing you think to come and take its place?
 
Liveliness exemplary drinking from sacred waters,
Heartiness can be bountiful, versatility can be slaughtered.
Crimping crumbs together forms a larger crunchy crisp,
Only when the time is right can there exist a wisp of risk.

Longitudinal navigation, detestable fortitude devoid of negation,
If the hearts pulse is any indication, what's the response of its resignation,
Numb wrist, thumbs kissed, arms broke,slipped disk.
Crumpled stump from a formidable cask, burnt and cut till the bilge is past.

Bridges built, take longer to form, than those that are burnt or destroyed in the storm,
Emotions swirling, desires that fade, irrevocable decisions decreed for days,
Harnessing thoughts from the free will broadcaster,
Tarnishing trust, oncoming disaster, impending delinquency falling faster.

Time travels forwards yet disobeyed.
Age defiant even trade,
Stay young forever, have it made,
That's the trick that's often played.

Old timey Free Styling

Uh huh, uh huh this right here's an old timey free style,
the only way it be older would be sending signals by a fire,
I write the words out just as fast as I can think em,
And if this were a telegraph i'd have to beep beep dumb,
So glad the way technology is keeping peeps away,
The same way sickness be keeping all the creeps at bay but hey.

No this aint Guantanamo, an if we in a cave than you,
 prolly stepping on the bat guano.
The shiz fills cracks up in yo shoe,
Gonna track it on the carpet,
When it hardens its like glue,
Sniffen, stiffen, try to keep your fingers from the who,
Cause if they be a choppin then you prolly gonna sue.

But if you on the block like jenny,
ba ba boo i say to you,
where the funk is 94,
its came an gone,
as did the zoo.

Okay, right now yo prolly wanna know,
where the heck i get these thoughts,
and where the heck did they all go?
and where in heckle is the lot,
how I keepen them in flow

So wait and I,
may confiscate some of your time,
with my needless apprehensions,
and the truths behind the lies.

While I need my,
object to fit in keyholes like key limes,
cause i'm tossing out my verbal
it's my mental that's gone pi

And if you through,
gone an made it frew ma maze,
gonna have these thoughts for days,
have a guggenhiem that plays
for you, for you.

As I live inside the coast,
eat the center of the toast,
champagne bubbles mixed with ghosts,
go an dirty up the sheet, cause the
cumber cued the seat,
and the thunder sounds en grosse,
its the meat we eat that's host. 

State of Mind

Ya I be cray, cray, cray, crazy water melon... Crazy what I'm sellin
Yeah I be cray, cray, cray, crazy.... like a villain... crazy so I'm skillen.

Oh I be a uppity yuppy, I'm gonna wear me some puppies, I got some meat on my feet, an I am ice cold like a slushie.

I'm like pecans ala gonsta, be writing rhymes like a monsta, bin killing time like I'm a fine like a  utilitarian spon-suh.

Got the ideas that bought, the magic beans that I brought, Got traffic seams that'll rip a hole in dreams that you thought.

As you be thinking you thought, that as I sink when I rot, and even still all the stink, that once created will not, be half as bad as your life; the hesitation you felt had when your skin met with the knife.

Canned corn al la cream, although I wish I could deem, that all the nastiest things, I wish that I hadn't seen, just like two girls and one cup, i wish that I would have know, that the content of the cup inside from her anus was shown.

Although Uranus is blown out, it be just outta this world, just like the thoughts in my brain, so I just sit and I swirl, and as I spin round in this chair, my thoughts spin inside my mind, and so I use both my hands, to type the ones that I find.

Ya I be cray, cray, cray, crazy... like a crayon, one that's made from rayon.
Yeah I be cray, cray, cray, cry for me when I'm gone... cry for me when I'm done.
Yes I be cray,cray,cray, crazy like a starfish, crazy like the Amish.

Just shy of a Limeric

Running faster forward onward;
Getting to the border talk words;
Talking to the nim bons, awkward;
Backing towards the thing I thoughts weird.

Bending boxes biffle baffle;
Get your tickets win the raffle;
Get your fickle, forget fackle;
Issues that should soon be tackled.

Boots that melted made from butter;
Better than the butter bottle;
Anything you drank from that thing;
Surely make your middle waddle.

Ice cream slushy made from frog legs;
In a blender looks could cause gags;
In a blunder taste like red flags;
Where the mind would cause some tongue drag.

Parachuting from a high space;
Better than the shite on myspace;
Better yet dry ice in a wet case;
Richard Pryor smoked a shoe lace.

Onward forward faster running;
Ruining reasons ankles shunning;
Shinsickle splinter, popsicle spear;
Listen closely aim to hear.

When does a circle look like a sphere;
How many licks can a salt block deer;
How many quips can I lick in a line;
Depends on if they nasty or fine.

Exercising exorcism excellece;
Two more spirits munificently magnificent;
Two more carrots make residual insignificance;
Got my aficionado license from the bottom of the box;
All I had to eat was cereal through holes inside my socks.

Where am I?

Never stayed somewhere for long;
Found I quickly hate the surroundings;
Constantly swimming through this life;
Although lately felt more like drowning.

No matter how much I gasp for air;
It fills my lungs but it's just not there;
The quality at which things establish;
Considered greater yet feel less than average.

I want elegant things, resplendent is my fire;
Igniting the flame that I deem as desire;
Is it selfish to want to be great, instead of stuck in mediocrity;
If it is I don't care I just want to live life like aristocracy.

If Icarus' flight too close to the sun was his demise;
I'll stay a bit back so I don't get surprised;
I just wanna see the stars, I just want a bigger life;
Unlike this box that I'm stuck in, I'm expecting to be rife.

Chock full of piss and vinegar is thy;
Keep my eyes on the prize, leave my urge stuck on drive;
Not sure where I'll end up, but that's the fun in the matter;
There's a reason I never stick around, I looked but haven't found what makes me gladder.

Ele mentality

nearing a thousand views, I need to start arousing thy muse;
quantified allegorical disposition, causality fishing;
efficiently deficient defunct as an intermission;
my mission is to move you, get your brain cells exuberantly excited;
unfortunately juxtaposition we set in is the same one we decided.

wanting more so, and the lore's though;
ready still now is the chores so;
doing work that's inherently inert;
keeping dirt from becoming stained by the cleanness of my shirt.

shallow sherpa shepherd shill, bring me summit peppers with your pepper finding skill;
atop the mountain in the elevation while you breathing and you chill;
shish ka shoot ka bango blowing the magic flute like django;
grow me some beans that will make me astute obscenity seems to be at my root.

scoop a barrel of aardvark harrow;
but be careful, quite dangerous, defining the word peril;
adversity is sterile, sterility is lifeless;
creatures with odd features can make them just like this.

seagull statue won't soar with the eagles, most unfortunate;
can kill if dropped from high enough, or if swallowed try to avoid it;
ideas can be regal, legality quite questionable;
emphasis on detestable, embarking on a festival. 

why does the moon care if monsoons and tidal waves are a pair of crashing croons;
both of them hiding boons anyway you try to look where;
why does the water fight with the fire can they get along despite their;
differential purposes, one gives and one takes, both can cleanse on purpose, or kill by mistake.
 

Rudimentary Missunderstandings

I'm sorry I suck so much, self loathing beginning;
Getting the best of me, sucks that it's winning;
Bad feelings erupting onto limitless ceilings;
Corrupted conniption contracting confliction.

Inflections deflecting the image protecting;
Myself and my thoughts from the dots reconnecting;
What it is I can't see, which is to say nazi;
Why am I so hard on myself, my reflection is not me.

I'm charming and witty, yet feeling so shitty readily;
Harming myself to the point I'm alarming myself steadily;
Put down the fly paper and the bottle of foam drops;
There's a better way to settle without leaving the comb clots.

Cumquats the size of a large midget like schnoz berry;
Gumdrops with eyes and it's really quite scary;
Thumbs got some lines that'll kick your canary;
Like the black lung in a mine, and the mind is really quite wary.

Invention intervention, contesting comprehension;
Kangaroo juice on a blue moose gonna get some ill attention;
Went and did it, when I got some;
Dropped my marbles so I left them.

All inside my generosity zone where I quarantined the banana phone;
Got some meaty like aprehensions? Found a weird bone;
Wax connections, Broken cord is the correction;
Got not quarters, complex convection.

Why do I feel like I've stolen nothing but sensations keep controlling;
Time is wasting but I've done not a thing except chasing;
My own tail which is really quite exempt;
Like equating the frustration that I'm feeling from contempt.

Plurar for Moose?

keeping to it, I'm raising limits like a street hits the curb;
You can't even imagine what I've gone and done to the world;
From the day I was born, I breathed my very first breath;
I was determined to be famous, putting myself to the test.

Am I worth it, can I dig it, can I handle all included alienation;
Do I want it, should I flaunt it, can I create instigation;
Gatorama, slithering snake charma;
I'll snap my teeth and bite both you and yo mama's mama;

I write words to breach your innermost thoughts;
You feel concerned because I'm thinking on spot;
You crash and burn just like you feared the from the needless rejection;
I can't provide you with limitless protection;

I walk on sandwishes made from shooting star kisses;
The taste real fruity but I cannot feel the clean dishes;
I made mistakes before that had cost me my pride;
All the dishes got broken, some of the shards tried to hide;

I think I'm ready for it, feeling endlessly horrid every day;
Thoughts cross my mind like a mine field so I dare not say;
Not wanting explosions to rapidly disintegrate;
All of those notions that I try to reiterate, retaliate and obliterate.

It's silent now like a field in the dark;
And if you listen closely can be considered a morsel you hark;
The mooses mosses gonna grow like the lake;
When the people arrive, I will renege my mistake.

What's Love?

Let me take a moment, let me not forget to ask;
Let us make an observation, can we put it in the past;
Let me not divulge the wrong doings both of us each had;
These things make us what we are, be it good or be it bad.

Let me hear you say well now, we well now;
Let me see you looking well now, it's swell now;
Sure I love it when you make that face with silly a sounding laugh;
Think you forget some numbers when you're doing all the math.

One plus one is plenty, this time it's more than only two;
All the things that we both wanted, all the things we said we'd do;
Places never that we'd been, but you said you wanna go;
Back when we were both young, doesn't seem so long although;

Let me take a pause from thinking bout you frequent all the time;
Let me take a second here, all these things they on my mind;
Let us take some pleasure in exploring our recourse;
All these memories we had, be it for better or for worse.

Slowly wandering, I be thinking bout a plethora of thoughts;
Tendency to constantly visualize the many different spots;
Accomplishments I'd thought I'd have, things that I thought I'd be;
Maybe if I weren't with you, then you wouldn't be with me.

Destiny has intertwined, it's obvious it's not;
Thoughts mislead us anyway, they led us to this spot;
So let us take this time we have, appreciating what is ours;
Instead of always garbling, missing the smell of flowers.

Crazy the musical

uh oh uh oh, cannot even take it any more;
for show for show, keep the secret in the drawer;
Just go, just go, your credence from a bag of corn;
The truth, the truth, sounds like the static on the phone;



Its kinda rigid when you break a broken flint stone;
When using sticks for fire try not to use a fish bone;
Its really trivial when soggy is exempt;
Can be pretentious if you think you're in contempt;

I'm kinda skittish about cabbage in a can;
Would it be kiddish if I tried to hold your hand;
I like to pretend that I am a super spider man;
Cryptozoology can't prove that I am bland;

Could super mario jump on a marionette's head;
Why does king koopa want princess peach in his bed;
Why does these question's without answers take up space in my mind;
Could use those dendrites to solve problems yet they still grind;

All together, All together, here we go now;
We're gonna take our turns, take our turns practicing our cat growl;
So kick a paper, Kick a paper bag until it hurts;
Do you think turtle hands could turn a tap until it squirts;

Imagination Station

Hello to Earth from inside my brain, when the synapses snap the neurons will explain, that the feeling I get is a chemical release when in fact is the stack of thoughts from within my inner beast.

There's a momentary lapse when the future and the past come together in the present, presently its kinda slapped, altogether the formality doesn't really last, it's the reality statistical causality I scrapped.

Dry cut, wet cut what's the difference, can you see it? after all the outcome's finished can we agree to disagree that pig's don't fly nigh do ostriches or penguins. Mr.Popper had a jalapeno door stopper for stopping, didn't stop him from getting caught hustling and hopping.

Hop along Harry now the time is nearing paradox, doctor schoel's shoes do you think they're comfy  without socks? Parachute, paradigm, para diddle paddle, beat box full of treats, now I'm here to feed the cattle. 

Gonna loosen up a bit treating words to be like zingers, what's up with that kid. Causeless harm with a jar full of bee stingers, rest assure it's safe just like some olden ravioli, sitting on a park bench eating jello wearing moldy goalie, gear on, gonna stop the raw tomatoes from their jeer pawns.

Pistachios though through their trajectory are nearing what it is I'm fearing could be a hospitable hostility all depends on where you're stance is or if your a literally sitting littering.

If the shell's deflect from hitting upside your face, hopefully you are considering moving your positional place, you may need to be conditioned to react and retract before making a decision about moving right back .


Holy molly, my mind is running around it's kind of stunning, how I sound when I'm just cunning tryna ground what is becoming, ultrasounds refracting like echolocation contracting, catch a bat and teach it to preach and practice acting.

Train of thought has stopped, this here is where I drop, all the baggage theatrics that I've manifested in this cream of the crop, imagination station is the place this all takes place, on the screen is where you read it right in front of your face.

Vampire Diarrhea

Inkaty binkaty  motha funken danky donkey, Just tripped so hard I smacked the cart my horn when Huh-heh honky!

My ice cream melted upwards till it dripped into the clouds that thundered in reaction to the melty cream of cows.

I just had a daydream i was slipping sipping on some syrup that spilt from a tree gushing it poured until i woke up.

Already awake, with your face go hit a rake, could a car without brakes possibly ever have stakes in the fortune five hundred vampire joust that takes, place every tuesday at the back of the fake, building that got built to stand in the space, of the empty lot that stood there since the start of a case.

Can a case be made for toast that hasn't not a slice of bread, like a neverland buffet, enough has or hasn't been said. But enough hasn't been lived, in the time that it took, for fifteen thousand magic rice bubbles to go an grow in a nook.

Can a cranny be explained, existing in outer space, can a scream in a can be heard if opened in your face.

Can the stars explode silently, if they were in a library, can a crown be worn upside down if it were to sound just like a inside out bribery.

Can that new thing that looks just like the old one, become more improved if you think you may have stole one?

So at the end is the beginning like the middle, or is it so big that in a microscope it's little?

Unthinkable

Faster Forward

Milliseconds pass faster than cash can last, Time flies by, leaving nothing to stash,
Time of day, but the suns gone so hey, is that right, why don't we say time of night?;

Moving forward faster than the pace of speeding of light, which when transmuted to be perceived by the brain as sight,I live one blip at a time, but when the time is right, I'm all growzed up now, getting older as cells begin to fight;

Second hand is present, but ignored just like its first, firstly overlooked, invisible, like the presence of a curse. You can feel it, know its there, dare not say it, make you scared;

 Just live it, ignoring its existence persistently remaining distanced, like a restraining ordered carpel tunnel telling you to your wrist is, not healing, but not broken, not feeling like its been token;

Outta breath and can't guess why the heck you feeling choking, dust... up in the air, clouds be smoking, the grinzel hairs, needing oxygen, no matter how much you gasp it's not there again;

Misplaced, reallocation, carnivorous pears need medication, not there to be stagnation, always moving like creation;

It is, or is it ism? is it ist, ing ed, or can it be presumed, that the suffix that's required will be unveiled when most desired?;


Now if I got a lobotomy, in my frontal lobe, could it be possible that I'd changed forever to be slow? would I drool and not feel pain, emotions or notions to make me sustain, the kind of life I live, am I living in actuality;

What is living, what is giving, what is driving this mentality. Could it be that I have a craving for more congeniality, seconds pass and expiration's closer than before;

Yet for reasons unknown, without physical apprehension, intercognative devices interrogate my reluctance, leaving me to have to deal with resulting unappreciative dysfunction;

Dissociative disdain directing me to my recluse, thinking money makes it better, as dollars can be a noose-cents can be annoying. Bills are constantly destroying all the happy thoughts I have making my thoughts all be toying.

Playing games, singing songs, living now, living long. Seconds pass, time flies bye-bye, melting into a haze, turning into minutes which then turn into days;

 See you later, if not sooner, If I see you, don't act lunar. Which is to say do act out of this world, faster forward as we travel and our futures unfurled.

MrBassoon

Wild Card

You know that feeling you get when you take a gamble and win,
That same feeling making tingles, before the rush starts to begin,
The excitement that enthralls, overcomes and then befalls,
It's when your heart begins to flutter then it skips and it stalls.

That existential exuberance,
Inflates you till you're feeling tense,
Egotistically ballistic and manically optimistic,
Stereoscopic material building insatiable cravings for endless variables;

Leaving no room for error though,
Eliminating all doubt,
Taking over your brain waves,
Pushing negativity out;

Saying no isn't an option,
Or in the least quite hard,
That urge you feel, it's very real,
That's me, I'm the wild card;

I'm what you been missing,
All this time in your life,
The thing that you been looking for,
The cure for your strife;

I'm right here, and you are there,
Here's the rules,
So it's fair and square,
Gimme your money and I'll keep it coming;

The feeling that you seek,
I'll speak it in literary tense,
You can read it tongue and cheek,
Or if required verbally, I'll read it once a week;

Guided by blindness

There's a voice in my head,
It sometimes confuses me,
Tells me to say things,
Or do things, but truthfully;

I'm not sure if it is mine,
I can choose to ignore it,
Free choice is opportunity,
Decisions can be abhorrent;

So far it's led me here,
The darkness becomes clear,
Days are getting longer,
As is my growing hair;

When I go make bad decisions,
Often leading me astray,
I listen to this voice again,
It guides me back, but I don't stay;

I seem to have this problem,
As I'm unable to cope,
With rational existence,
And I think it's mine, I hope;

As the forces in my mind,
Constantly they battle,
One fights for right now,
The other for tomorrow;

Procrastination is the game,
Been a victim, and a player,
Seen the outcome, and the hand dealt,
Turned a quick task to all dayer;

Learned to listen,
Control the outcome,
Make my mission,
Remove the doubt from;

Let the inner voice lead,
Ignoring blindness,
Using just thoughts,
Perfectly Time this.

Stark Raving

I be stark raving mad when I jumped so high I hit the ceiling, Like a bark making proud the tree that grew the rough protrusion, on the outside of the skin, reflections looking in. What is it you see when you look on a whim.



Is it me that I see when the feelings inverted, kinda like sugar cane no candy cane, just blurt it. Minty whips kicking doing flips like a ninja hopping round about to get licked, like a lolly pop play ground, about to get dropped, sand dune castle made inside an hour glass. Hand made tassels, probably never last.

Like the ribbon you don't get when you come in eleventh in a race, or the congratulations you miss cause you in the wrong place. The hooray, and applause from almost making it to space, from a couple caged monkeys with gnats on their face.

What good is a balloon if its only made to pop, what good is glass when it always gets dropped. Eventually everything will be broken and shattered, like Shatner's career, who can blame him for getting badder?

Is that even a word, or am I making stuffs up now? who the hell cares this is my place to throw up, sow... I take verbiage and spin it any way that I want, and when you come here to read it, you only think that I thought, that you think that I think that it matters at all?

Well it doesn't, in the end it's really quite small...

Mad At The World

I'm mad at the world because it's keeping me down, no not the gravity there from spinning round and around. Things are constantly taking a turn for a shitty, why can't life be wonderful, why do I stay in this city?

I'm coming to the conclusion that the ones who got it good are also the same ones who did what ever they could. As I try to do the same my life gets more so inane, as further forward I push and I keep expecting the train to come and get me. Save my life, take me off of these tracks, and it won't because it can't, because it never looks back.

I seem to be the one here fallen off of my path, keep on wandering further, until I add up the math, at this point one and one don't seem to add up to two. So I speak with other wanderers encountered inside of this zoo, they tell me over and over that I'll eventually find what it is that I'm after if I keep on the grind.

Grind it up, like the beans going into the cup, percolated, then demonstrated. My perpetration is up, like the leaves in the wind, I be flying on a whim. Years ago before the fall I used to live on a limb.

Now like a stab in the dark, I'm just that kind of crass, a haphazardous approach to falling flat on my ass. Like a blanket that's wet, I'm feeling heavier than I should, like I said a moment ago I feel grounded below, if I could I'd be flying high, but I'm not, no I'm stuck in this rut, left to rot like I died on the spot, and I'm looking out, living out moments of time.

The sadness always leading me to a state of frustration is the fact that I can't seem to avoid all of this  constant confrontation with myself, inside my head, during this juggling act, the one I do where the things I'm tossing always end up coming back, biting me in the ass, taking me down the wrong roads.

Tricking my mind to make me think that I'm about to expose the next chapter in my life that will eventually lead to the close, to happily ever after that never seems to exist. So I wonder and ponder why is it me the world's dissed?

At this time now I would like to conclude, that the my time on this earth has left me feeling proverbially screwed. I want to stop this constant cycle that tears at my inner being, being as I'm suppose to be able to, what is it I'm not seeing? What is it that I have seemed to have forgotten? Is it someone, or is it something that with money can be boughten? Is it some kind of relic that if I had broughten with me on my travels, treasure would easily be gotten?

What I do know is I don't know, and I can't know or I won't, so therefore is it the world that I'm mad at, or a reflection of me that I see in the world that makes me disagree?